Sometime a guy likes roses
That’s right, I am man enough to say I like roses. Watching them grow in the garden during the warm summer months [we have 4 bushes on the property], giving them to others, and occasionally being surprised by some arriving at the house for me just brings joy to me. The colour they don’t matter, and neither does the length of stem or how many come together. But they do find a way of always putting a smile on my face when I see them. Jesse seems to know this all too well after so many years of partnership. When the opportunity presents itself, you should always stop and smell the roses, event just for that moment the worries of the world will go away.
““Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.””
